[021] & [005] | OTA

[unsleeved]

Who: Daryl & Everyone, Jesse & Everyone
Where: Here there and everywhere
When: 3/20 - 3/27
Rating: R for language and drug use and whatnot
Summary: Event catchall thingy for both Daryl & Jesse
The Story:

Ha, fooled you, there is totally something under this cut. And that something is a PLEASE SEE COMMENTS notice. Subheadings for different places/times/people (if needed)/etc.

ALSO if anyone has the burning desire to do anything in any of the other areas (with either Daryl or Jesse), hit me up via PM or PP and we can work it out. C:

...OKAY GO!!

Comments

Re: Jesse | Playground

[cowhouse]

The whole system of systems, bitch-- [Said with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips, dropping ash onto the toe of his sneaker with every word.] Like-- Come on, yo, do they seriously think we're just gonna like roll over and do whatever just cuz they say so?

[He rattles his spray can before scrawling the finishing touch on the giant stylized middle finger he's gracing the underside of the slide with.

He flaps his hand toward where Lindsey's sitting while he continues his tirade.]

Hey, uh, yo-- you wanna pass me the green? This shit needs way more green... Anyway, seriously, man, these events are bullshit--

[Apparently now he's ranting about the Wonderland system. He's a regular Enjolras okay.] Yesterday I had boobs. I mean... What the hell?? How is that cool?

Re: Jesse | Playground

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey tosses the can at him, watching passively, head tilted to the side] I get you, I mean just - specifics. Like my brother - he's trying to steal shit for his kid and he gets sent upstate for not getting Clara diapers? That's retarded.

[More squinting] ...You had boobs.

I mean boobs by themselves are cool but they gotta be ...like attached to a girl. [Does he suddenly look super shy?] Like, a hot blonde.

[cowhouse]

[He's so busy FIGHTING THE MAN by doing nothing that he misses the can, though he leans to retrieve it from the ground without missing a beat.]

Right? It's total crap, dude, like major league bullshit-- And yeah, yeah I went over to that thing to smoke, right? And then I go to leave and it's like WHAM, I'm a chick. What the hell??

[He takes a drag of his cigarette as he adds some more green to his giant FUCK YOU.]

And yo, definitely gotta be attached to an actual girl. [His lips curve into a grin around his smoke as he kneels to reach for a different colour before coming out from under the slide and moving toward what he's pretty sure is a maintenance building... A nice, big, blank canvas. He's oblivious to Lindsey's sudden shyness, probably because his own fifteen year old ego is strangling any and all embarrassment right out of him.

Try him again when there's an actual girl around, though... That might be a different story.]

...So uh... What about this hot blonde? [He shakes the spray can again before using it to start on the wall.] Or is this a hypothetical type situation...?

[evilhandissues]

I had one.

[Lindsey kicks his feet] I had her in my hands so to speak. And like... She's not here. [his voice is quick, protective.] but she was cute, and she needed me. Girls don't need guys anymore like, I mean it's stupid but maybe I read too much and wanted to take care of um'.

And then like, it paid off but damn. She was cold. A bitch and a half but...

[She told me she loved me. is something that he will never say.]Are there any hot girls here?

[cowhouse]

Yeah?

[Jesse pauses in his work to turn and give Lindsey his full attention; sharing details like this may be kinda weird when you're twenty-five, but at fifteen? Hell yeah he wants to hear all about this hot blonde.

The tale isn't... Quite as exciting as he'd been expecting- minus the "in my hands" thing, because his brain is more than capable of filling in the gaps there- but he doesn't miss that tone that screams BAWWWWW YOU LIIIIKE HER, or the fact that it sounds like it's in the past.]

That sucks, yo-- Gotta watch out for that shit. Bend over ass-backwards for some chicks, Jesus... [His distaste for that is entirely a front- he is 100% down for chicks who'll push him around a little bit, he just isn't gonna cop to that no-way no-how, because that's, like... Super lame. And he's not lame. At all.

He resumes his work before offering his own two cents re: the status of the hotness here.]

Yo-- we got mad hot girls here. There's the one chick with the bangin' voice, the other one that's like... I don't know, like kinda bossy but in a hot way, the one that looked-- [His face falls a little bit. The one who looked like Jane, Lily... The one he hadn't seen again after that first day. He doesn't wanna talk about that, though.] -like some kinda model, you know, [and he holds his cigarette between his lips to mime some curves in the air] like, mega-hot...

[There's another girl, too, and where twenty-five year old Jesse wouldn't hesitate in bringing her up, this version hasn't grown out of jealousy yet, and even though it's far from a thing, he's keeping that particular girl to himself. Sorry, Lindsey.]

Seriously, like every chick here is super hot. It's kinda awesome.

[He adds another line to his latest piece, which will eventually span the length of the wall.]

[evilhandissues]

...See Darla coulda been a model. Except she's into this..pretty boy rich wannabe son of a bitch just because he's a "vampire". I could be a vampire too. What is it about girls and wantin' guys that can't afford buttons for their shirts but they're brooding and mysterious and...

[He shakes his head violently, dispelling Angel before staring at the wall. Passive and quiet.]

...You should draw one. You're good at art.

[cowhouse]

[He makes a face.]

A vampire? What, was she into all that Twilight crap? [UGH.] Mad lame, yo, like-- like way lame-- [But hey, if she's hot it totally doesn't matter, right...?] ...And wait, draw what, a vampire? Or a hot chick?

[He's almost done messing with what he's doing now- totally open to suggestions, here, sure.]

[evilhandissues]

A hot chick.

And yeah I guess. [He doesn't know what Twilight is]

[cowhouse]

[He grins.]

I can totally do that.

[His favourite subject, come on.

Narrowing his eyes at what he's started so far, he scans the wall for the best spot to add a chick into the mix...

And then he frowns, because seriously- is there a bad spot to add a chick? Seriously. He leans ever to grab another spray can and gets to work.]

That gallery seriously needs more of this stuff. Like, cool art.

[evilhandissues]

This place needs more girls period

...and you should make her blonde.

[cowhouse]

[Jesse's hand stills over the black paint can; he's always liked dark hair better, but he supposes he can make an exception.

You know, since this is a request and all. He laughs and grabs a pale yellow instead.]

Pfft- fine, whatever. Barbie it is.

[Shake, shake, shake señora~]

Or Darla. It's Darla, right?

[evilhandissues]

Darla. The Dear One.

...Believe it or not she was older then me. Older hot women are where it's at yo.

[cowhouse]

Hell yeah. [He holds his fist up for a pound.

You have good taste, sir.] I mean, I'm not gonna say no, like, regardless, but... Right on, man.

[evilhandissues]

[Lindsey returns the first bump] It ain't no country shit either, I mean she wanted me if not for her stupid...twilight boyfriend.

[cowhouse]

[It's a good thing this is immediately post-bump, because if it wasn't Jesse'd have smeared his pretty-lady-in-progress by laughing.]

Country shit, I like that. Oh man-- [He turns back to his work.] I don't get what the big deal is about vampires anyway. Like... They're dead, yo, pretty sure that's like the top of my list of reasons not to wanna bang someone. A dealbreaker, no-fly zone, whatever--

[Aren't they supposed to be really cold, too? What kinda chick wants cold hands all over their boobs? Because he knows from experience that it's not fun, like, at all.

Like he could resist poking at them while he'd had them. COME ON.]

[evilhandissues]

And he doesn't get how the real world works. "People have to be nice." It's ...It's bullshit. Everything'll work out nice, good will win. Sometimes...sometimes good doesn't win y'know?

...I am getting way too preachy.

[cowhouse]

[Jesse snorts.]

Maybe a little, yeah. But it's cool. Some bitch-ass vampire stole my girl and I'd be pissed off about it too.

[He isn't gonna comment on the whole "good wins" thing, because, well... It doesn't apply. Not to him.]

[evilhandissues]

...Is there any other place to paint? Cause if there is I wanna borrow one of those cans. [He's gonna write vampires suck in biiiig letters]

[cowhouse]

Uh-- Yeah, probably. I didn't tag everything-- [He turns to squint toward the other side of the playground area, the spot with the swings.] There's like a-- A whaddaya call it, a pavilion or whatever over there. I haven't been that way yet so unless there's some other dude out here tearing it up, it's all yours.

[He waves a hand at the assorted paints.]

Have at it, yo.

[evilhandissues]

[It takes ten minutes for Lindsey to set himself up, but his technique is terrible. Absolutely terrible. He has the words "vampires suck" written in big letters, standing back to admire his handiwork with a smile]

...Hell yeah.

[cowhouse]

[Jesse, for his part, is mostly focused on his own work... Though he does peer over at Lindsey's eventually with a snort.]

Fight the man, man. The vampire man.

[As far as graffiti goes, it's not the best he's seen, know.

But it's the spirit that counts, right?]

[evilhandissues]

[He drops his can and nods]

...Good luck with your art man. Seriously. [He'll just offer his hand to shake] It's a good day.

[cowhouse]

Thanks. [He doesn't usually do the whole handshake thing... But he does, now.] You gonna bounce? Head back up to the Mansion?

[evilhandissues]

'm gonna go get a burger and visit a friend. [Lindsey frowns] she's staying in my closet.

[pause]

Forget I said that. [His eyes open wide] I'll see you later.

[And he's gone. Running off.]

[cowhouse]

[Uhh... Wow, weird, but okay.

Jesse's just gonna... Keep on keepin' on with that mural, he supposes.

And pay no attention to the "friend" (??) that's in the closet...?

Hmm.]